White man came across the seaBrought us pain and miseryKilled our tribes killed our creedTook our game for his own need

We fought him hard we fought him wellOut on the plains we gave him hellBut many came too much for CreeOh will we ever be set free?

Riding through dustclouds and barren wastesGalloping hard on the plainsChasing the redskins back to their holesFighting them at their own gameMurder for freedom a stab in the backWomen and children and cowards attack

Run to the hills run for your livesRun to the hills run for your lives

Soldier blue on the barren wastesHunting and killing their gameRaping the women and wasting the menThe only good Indians are tameSelling them whisky and taking their goldEnslaving the young and destroying the old